After a brief tinnitus, Su Yuyang felt that his ears returned to normal. He picked his ears and said contemptuously: "I have no obligation to tell you this. Your writing is for me to fall asleep when I can't sleep."
"You've really had enough." Ling Miao suddenly lowered his voice, and his deep voice was like the muffled thunder before a summer rainstorm.
Ling Miao's body slid down the wall, and he sat on the cold floor tiles as if he didn't feel anything. Taking a deep breath, Ling Miao said as if he was mocking himself: "My articles are indeed not as popular as yours, but you can't make my articles worthless, right? You are a god with one book, but No one knows how many times you jumped on the street before you became famous. Maybe you were even worse than me before you became famous!
Isn’t it great that you are a great god now? If you really have that ability, just break out of Asia and go to the world! Taunting me for jumping into the street, what do you have to be proud of? "
Ling Miao didn't dare to look up at Su Yuyang's expression. He ran into the bathroom as if he was fleeing without waiting for Su Yuyang to respond.
"Bang—" The bathroom door was gently closed by Ling Miao, and Su Yuyang stared blankly at the hazy gray shadow on the bathroom door.
Su Yuyang couldn't see his expression, but he could feel his heart - an inexplicable pain lingering in his heart.
When Ling Miao was speaking, he tried to interrupt Ling Miao many times, but he could not speak whether it was to comfort or reprimand him. Su Yuyang listened quietly to Ling Miao's "accusation" of himself. It wasn't until Ling Miao closed the bathroom door that he fully understood that his words had really hurt Ling Miao.
Ling Miao was prone to anger, and sometimes Su Yuyang would deliberately poke Ling Miao's angry point. Ling Miao would often get hit by a blow and then yell at Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang said a few words in a soft voice, half training and half coaxing. Ling Miao calmed down, and the matter was considered to have been revealed.
Like today, Ling Miao quietly "accused". This was the first time Su Yuyang encountered it. The consequences of the abnormal behavior were probably extremely terrifying. Su Yuyang was suddenly not sure whether he could make Ling Miao recover.
Ling Miao looked at himself in the mirror, his face filled with annoyance and fear.
The water droplets slid down the cheeks and dripped on the back of the hands, seeming to be carrying their own body temperature.
Su Yuyang's heart was in turmoil, and Ling Miao's heart was equally uneasy.
There were not just one or two people who said that his writing was bad, but when these words came out of Su Yuyang's mouth, Ling Miao felt that the taste had changed. Perhaps Ling Miao subconsciously rejected "his writing is bad", and he didn't care about other people's evaluations, so when Su Yuyang with the halo of a great god ruthlessly unfolded the truth in front of him, the remaining confidence in his heart was destroyed Completely defeated.
"But, since I don't care about other people's opinions, why do I care so much about Su Yuyang's words? Just because he is a great god?" Ling Miao poured cold water on his face, trying to calm himself down, but it had little effect, and even made him More panic.
There are many questions for which there are no answers. Just as Su Yuyang can't figure out why he adds more updates for Ling Miao, nor why he likes to poke Ling Miao's anger.
The last ray of light of the sun disappeared in the west, and the city was covered with light.
From sunset to the willow branches above the moon, Su Yuyang maintained the same posture as when Ling Miao entered the bathroom; Ling Miao's figure was always reflected on the glass of the bathroom door without moving at all.
A few minutes later, the sound of "gurgling" water came from the bathroom, and at the same time, the roar of the water heater came from the other side.
Su Yuyang was stunned. If it weren't for Ling Miao's abnormal behavior before and standing in the bathroom without any movement for a long time, just listening to the sound of water and roar, he would have thought that Ling Miao was playing a trick on him.
Thinking that Ling Miao should have calmed down, Su Yuyang did not stay outside the bathroom as a "watching stone".
Su Yuyang returned to the bedroom and continued to struggle. Ling Miao naturally didn't see Su Yuyang when he came out of the shower, but he did see the note Su Yuyang posted on his computer.
"Read more, practice more, communicate more, and persevere." Ling Miao glanced at the writing guide (?) that Su Yuyang left for him, and then he came to the conclusion: Su Yuyang's handwriting is uglier than his own.
After this incident, Su Yuyang did not dare to poke Ling Miao's anger at will, and Ling Miao did not ask Su Yuyang to give him advice. However, Ling Miao listened to Su Yuyang's advice and read the articles he had written before. What made Ling Miao want to cry was that he actually felt that his previous writing was far inferior to his current writing.
For Ling Miao, life is pretty good now, but for Su Yuyang, he has been feeling uncomfortable since the second night Ling Miao stayed at his house.
Su Yuyang had been living alone for three years. When Ling Miao first came to his house, he was still a little uncomfortable with it. However, Ling Miao was relatively quiet, which did not offend Su Yuyang. Gradually adapting to the daytime with Ling Miao's presence, Su Yuyang felt that life was a little different. Now, Ling Miao has completely settled into his own home. It's okay during the day and Su Yuyang is used to it anyway. The key is at night.
Because of work and rest schedules, Ling Miao's coding time could only be done at night, and Ling Miao's coding time overlapped with Su Yuyang's sleeping time.
The "cracking" sound sounds particularly exciting when coding, but for a person who is about to fall asleep, this is purely an invisible mental attack that kills people.
It has been a week since Ling Miao moved into Su Yuyang's house.
One night, Su Yuyang opened his eyes again and looked at the ceiling with only a few hazy spots of light. He felt that he needed to have a good talk with Ling Miao.
Lifting the quilt, Su Yuyang walked out of the bedroom shaking his head.
When Ling Miao heard the sound, he raised his head and glanced at Su Yuyang, thinking that Su Yuyang came out to drink water, so he didn't say anything. Unexpectedly, Su Yuyang sat down opposite him.
Su Yuyang was already yawning profusely, looking like that, he could fall asleep even if he was sitting down.
Ling Miao said with concern: "Brother Su, you are so sleepy, so you don't need to be there to give me guidance. You should go to bed early."
Su Yuyang rolled his eyes at Ling Miao with his eyes narrowed to a slit, and said to himself: "Guide you? I want to point you, kill you. Sleep? You made such a big noise while typing, it's strange that I can fall asleep." "
When typing, it is very painful to have someone staring at you, because you will always turn your eyes to that person unconsciously.
With the great god Su Yuyang standing by to disturb Ling Miao's mind, half an hour passed and Ling Miao didn't write a thousand words. Ling Miao gritted his teeth and cursed, looking at Su Yuyang with not only resentment but also a hint of fear. Su Yuyang continued to yawn without any feeling, and after a few minutes, he fell to the ground without any hesitation.
Although there was a table across the table, Ling Miao quickly supported Su Yuyang from the side.
"Damn, you're such a big man, you still can't sleep well." Ling Miao muttered and dragged Su Yuyang into the bedroom, "Not only does he sleep like a dead pig, he also weighs about the same as a pig."
Ling Miao threw Su Yuyang to the bed, panted slightly for a while before turning on the light.
Ling Miao looked at the naked Su Yuyang. He was stunned for a moment, then touched his head and whispered, "Where did this guy's pajamas go?"
Ling Miao searched around the bedroom but couldn't find anything. In the end, he was too lazy to look for it. After covering Su Yuyang with a quilt, he exited Su Yuyang's bedroom.
"Good morning, Brother Su." Ling Miao said hello to Su Yuyang in a low spirit.
Su Yuyang took a sip of the water in the cup, nodded and said, "You got up a little late today."
Su Yuyang's energetic expression was in sharp contrast to Ling Miao's half-dead state. Ling Miao slashed the pickled radish on the chopping board and said angrily: "I don't know who didn't sleep last night and suddenly came to sit on my bed and hurt me. I was distracted by coding, and in the end I couldn't connect my thoughts, so I continued coding intermittently until four o'clock."
Ling Miao was chopping carrots while talking, basically one cut every two words. Listening to the sound of the kitchen knife colliding with the chopping board, Su Yuyang couldn't help but suspect that he was the pickled radish that Ling Miao was pressing.
But... Su Yuyang once again experienced what it meant to complain first!
"Hey, it's my fault to bother you, so you have a reason to bother me?" Su Yuyang leaned against the door frame and sneered, "You just coded words in the middle of the night, and you still made such a big noise, I even doubted that you were I didn’t mean to code in the middle of the night and keep me from sleeping.”
"What, am I bothering you? Is it my fault that I coded in the middle of the night?" Ling Miao raised the kitchen knife high and then slammed it down. A flash of silver light flashed before his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, Su Yuyang saw the kitchen knife standing firmly on the chopping board.
"you… "
"What about me?" Ling Miao turned his head and asked, "I disturbed your sleep by coding at night. I am guilty. Isn't it okay if I plead guilty? But why should I code at night? Is it nice to stay up late? You don't want to think about it either. , my time during the day has been taken up by someone. If there was a second choice, I would not want to code at night.
Su Yuyang, you are a great god and you don’t understand the pain of being on the street like me. "
"So, I'm the one who brought it upon myself?" Su Yuyang thought Ling Miao's words were extremely ridiculous. He swept away his previous laxity and said to Ling Miao with a straight face: "Ling Miao, according to our agreement, we will have dinner at nine o'clock in the morning. After washing the dishes, this time is your working time. Since it is working time, it belongs to me. But, I didn't say you can't code during this time, right? "
Ling Miao didn't show the slightest surprise on his face. He raised his lower lip and spoke slowly with the mentality of losing his job: "Su Yuyang, Shu Yang, Shu Da, you did buy my time during the day, so I What I do during the day has almost nothing to do with me. The time at night belongs to me, so is it wrong for me to code at night
I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep, but I have no other choice. "
Yes, you can move out.
The words have reached Su Yuyang's lips. As long as he says these words, according to Ling Miao's current state, Ling Miao will immediately pack up his things and leave - Su Yuyang has no doubt about this; but will Ling Miao come back after leaving
Su Yuyang showed a bitter smile, and Ling Miao frowned when he caught a glimpse of Su Yuyang's expression.
"Let's eat." Su Yuyang suddenly smiled.
Ling Miao's eyes flickered a few times, and his worry was palpable.
"Hey." Su Yuyang sighed in his heart, "Ling Miao, how long will it take for me to adapt to the night with you?"